"In addition to us, there are also people here. They should be the nuns who came to the slums to capture witches before." The demon hunter looked carefully at the footprints on the ground and pointed to the passage on the right: "But there was only one person's footprints. She arrived here one step ahead of us and chose this path to continue moving forward."

The Demon Hunter looked back at Efilar: "Did you see any clips about this nun in the fragments of the future? Can she lead us to the target?"

Before the witch answered, the witch hunter made a choice, even the worst choice was better than no choice, and there was no time to continue hesitating: "We follow her to see if we can find anything, and hope we can still stop it before the disaster has expanded."

The silver-haired witch nodded, expressing her support for the decision of the witch hunter, and helped Alteya, who was gasping for breath. Compared to the other witch, Afilar seemed to have not felt the stuffiness underground, and she was still in good condition.

The demon hunter reached out to brush off the hair stuck to his forehead and looked at the Ranger who was keeping alert a few meters away. The Ranger took off all the hood he had been wearing, and sweat flowed down his sideburns.

"I'll listen to you, head, you have the final say. This damn mission, the sooner it is, the better." The Ranger has had enough of the environment here and doesn't want to stay for a minute.

The Demon Hunter nodded, carried his weapon on his shoulders, and walked into the passage first. He waved it from time to time, and the flames on the blade swayed past and illuminated the entire passage.

Ingrid walked hastily in the stuffy and humid underground passage. The bacteria blankets that appeared from time to time in the passage made the nun feel like he was walking in the intestines of a huge monster. The pair of military boots with exquisite patterns had been covered by mud, and its owner was holding a dim lighting crystal and trampling past the muddy and turbid ground.

The nun's heavy breathing sound turned around in the passage. Ingrid held the wall of the passage with his right hand and walked slowly forward. The heavy armor had long been abandoned in the previous chaos. Now she was accompanied by her own sword.

The red drops spread on the nun's close-fitting soft armor, and the wounds that were simply bandaged between her waist and abdomen kept testing her will as she moved.

"The great witch king, with boundless magic power. Witch king, please save us and suffering, save us from plague, deception, and temptation!" The nun gritted his teeth and walked forward in the passage, chanting the holy words of the nuns: "Save us from the panic of the mutant alien species. Please give us the glory of the Eternal Hen of the Dead."

The low prayer will be reproduced in the throat of Ingrid, constantly giving her spiritual support, but this cannot replace her ever-passing life and physical strength. Ingrid is an excellent combat nun. Although she has not served on the Crimson Shield for a long time, her military achievements have already made her stand out among the nuns.

She knew that her body was on the verge of collapse and would probably lose her strength in the next minute, fall to the ground and die in painful struggles, no farewell ceremony, no Spring Festival tombstone, and no one even knows it.

"There is no glory at all!" The nun clenched his teeth, his eyes as if full of flames: "I must go out! The traitor must be punished, and must warn my sisters, and must let Lord Celistein know that the shameful traitor is hidden among us!"

The demon hunter stroked the traces on the wall, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, and crushed it finely. The nun was in a bad condition. He found that blood began to appear on the ground. If the nun had not been attacked here, the previous wound would have collapsed. Judging from the amount of bleeding, the nun's injuries were very serious.

"May the Witch King save her." The silver-haired witch Afilar prayed, but this sentence aroused Alteya's dissatisfaction.

"Don't forget, you are also a witch now, on the list of the Witch King!" Despite being very dissatisfied, the witch still restrained his tone because the other party was the person the Witch Federation had been looking for for decades.

Aifelal smiled: "Don't be excited, Alteya, you can't expect me to completely abandon my former identity in just a few months. I have been a nun for many years, and the Witch King is indispensable to this world, they are not completely evil."

The witch Arteya pursed her lips tightly and did not answer Efilar's words, but judging from her refusal to support her, the witch obviously had a different opinion on Efilar's words.

The nun Ingrid was extremely tired. Her body kept alerting her brain, hoping to get a rest, but the nun understood that once she stopped, she might never be able to stand up again. With her mission, it was the opportunity given by more than a dozen fearless sisters to exchange their lives for her chance to escape from the traitor.

The traitor who needs to be destroyed is still on earth, and she cannot die - at least not now, she cannot die like this: "Witch King, please give me another chance. In their eyes, you are the spokesperson of death and will not let a blasphemer go!"

In the hoarse voice, the nun tried hard to take her own steps and walked forward.

"Head, what does the nun, witch, you mentioned, have to do with this disaster?" The Ranger, who was responsible for the cover behind, took advantage of the fact that there was no aberration to catch up and disturb him, and asked his own questions to the Demon Hunter.

The Ranger's question made the two witches look at the Demon Hunter silently and wait for his answer. This is a very complicated question. Basically, the battle between the witches and nuns is the direct cause of this disaster that may destroy the entire city.

The interests of both sides are different. To some extent, the nuns' behavior has maintained the security of the entire world, but the witches are obviously unwilling to sit and wait for death. This problem has troubled all forces for many years. The witches and warlocks, professions that are born favored by chaos, are themselves unstable factors and often become the fuse of a chaos erosion event.

However, in order to prove himself, the witches and warlocks have always been at the forefront in the battle against chaos and paid a very tragic price. The warlock's lineage was almost interrupted in the last battle to clear the Chaos polluted area.

In addition to catching these sons of disasters all over the world, Chaos inside also showed the precious spirit of jealousy and greed for death. Although they often attacked with friendly forces, the Witch King behind them was the group of people standing at the top of the world, and no one could ignore their contributions in this battle to defend the world.
Chapter completed!